01x07 - Therapy Patrol

[bunniefuu]

CLIFF: Previously on Doom Patrol...

JANE: How often does he come see them?

JOSH: Niles? Not very.

JANE: So he just abandoned them?

Like broken toys?

Why would he send me here?

Why would he wanna abandon me too?

'Cause I think that's what Mr. Nobody

really wants, is for you to give up.

That's why he sent you here.

See what happens to those who cross him.

MR. NOBODY: Cyborg didn't even realize

he'd left his arm cannon charging.

Goodbye, Victor Stone.

... enabled your privacy mode.

I won't be listening in anymore.

RITA: For the last years,
I decided that Rita Farr

was someone who deserved to be punished.

Rita Farr is empty and ugly.

I don't wanna be those things anymore.

LARRY: I see everyone
I've ever loved. Burning.

Have you ever tried
communicating this to the spirit?

Perhaps you should give it a try.

I just thought that you should

have the chance to get
to know your daughter.

Come on!

[CLOCK TICKING]

CLIFF: Look, we all
wanna find the Chief.

To find the Chief we gotta
go through Mr. Nobody.

And I think we can all agree if
we don't get our sh*t together

right here, right now,

Mr. Nobody is gonna f*ck us.

He's gonna f*ck us in our brains,

he's gonna f*ck us in our hearts,

he's gonna f*ck us in our souls.

Now I don't know what kind of
freaky sh*t your souls are into,

and I'm not one to judge,

but I wanna keep my soul un-f*cked.

No? None of you have any issues?

Nothing it wouldn't help
to get off your chest?

Well, this is f*cking awkward.

_

- _
- It's right around here. Okay. Are you excited?

[WHISPERS] Oh, please be quiet.

Be quiet. Okay.

Damn it, Frankie,

I said no visitors until we're done
sh**ting this endless coverage.

Yes, Ms. Singer, it's just, um,

this is the Cooke County pageant winner.

[CLEARS THROAT]

[WHISPERS] Meeting you is the prize.

Nice to meet you.

Please call me Ethel.

We're so grateful. We're such big fans.

Oh, yes, especially
her. You're her idol.

- Oh.
- She's a little star in the making.

Is that so?

It's been dance classes,
voice lessons, acting workshops

ever since she was old enough to coo.

Oh, well, that's a start.

And what about school?

FATHER: No, no other
children to distract her.

She's got pictures in her future.

ETHEL: Mmm.

- [WHISPERS] Come.
- Oh, yeah.

ETHEL: Hmm.

With a face like that she just might.

What's your name, little one?

- My name is...
- Uh-uh.

Your stage name, darling.

I'm Rita Farr.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

VIC: Good morning, Rita.
Team meeting in .

The hunt for the Chief continues.

[RITA SIGHS]

- RITA: I'll be there.
- [BUBBLING]

The person who is breathing is me.

The person who is breathing is me.

- [SLURPING NOISES]
- sh*t.

I just have to pull
myself together is all.

[SIGHS]

The person who is
breathing is Rita Farr.

The person who is
breathing is Rita Farr.

[EXHALES]

Close enough.

Good morning, Hammerhead.

Ugh. What the f*ck is
wrong with your neck?

[BUBBLING]

sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

[PANTING]

RITA: sh*t!

RITA: Help!

Help.

Anyone?

Can anyone hear me?

God damn it!

How many humiliations
must I be made to suffer?

Squirming through ducts
like some kind of rat.

Please, no rats. No rats.

[METAL CLANKING LOUDLY]

The person who is breathing is me.

The person with an arm

is me.

Ah!

The person with two arms is me.

Ha!

[BABY CRYING]

The person who is sick

of having creepy baby imagery
shoved in her face is me.

The person who is sick
of being judged is me!

[RITA SIGHS]

The person who deserves this is me.

Maybe I am just a ball of slime.

Maybe I always was a ball of slime.

Maybe

the real trick is being the best

g*dd*mn ball of slime I can be.

Think I'm disgusting?

I'll show you disgusting!

You think some stairs
are going to stop me?

Swallow the whole damn
town if I wanted to!

[RITA GROANS]

Ha!

[CLIFF YELLING] You think
that's gonna hurt me?

[ENERGY CHARGING, expl*si*n]

Hmm...

[SLIME BUBBLING]

No!

_

DEBBIE TRAINOR: Lord help
us. What are we going to do?

GERALD TRAINOR: Quit your hysterics.

There's nothing wrong with our boy.

That principal's had it
out for Larry since day one.

DEBBIE: Gerald, he was
caught playing doctor

with Benjamin Quincy
behind the swing sets.

I swear, if that woman accuses
my son of being a q*eer...

Oh, please, you know it's true!

[SOBS] The signs are everywhere.

And now your son is going to
cost us our standing at school,

at church.

Lord, Gerald, we could lose everything.

[BANGING ON DOOR]

VIC: Yo, Larry, team meeting in .

[SIGHS]

What do you say we
take the day off, buddy?

Sleep in.

Don't get me wrong,

I'm not asking for horrific,
face-melting hell dreams.

So maybe you need a rest, too.

That a yes or a no?

I still have no idea what
you're trying to tell me.

[ELECTRICITY SURGES]

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

Oh, this is new.

I remember this day.

It was before the accident.

One of our meet-ups.

All right, fella,

this might not look like t*rture,

but re-living one of my biggest
regrets is hell all the same.

What are we doing here?

Maybe it can be different this time.

What's the point of this thing?

This isn't real. It isn't even accurate.

- Accurate?
- Yeah.

Hey, you think you're so smart?

How come all the details are wrong?

This pickup was blue, not green.

Hank Williams was on the
radio not whatever this is.

John and I timed our
rendezvous to the : to Tulsa.

Not a train in sight.

Larry.

Maybe you should try just being here.

It's fake. It's all fake.

What's this supposed to be, huh?

Is this the edge of my memory?

I guess you're not all-seeing, are you?

[GASPS]

What are you trying to tell me?

[ELECTRICITY SURGES]

- [HANK WILLIAMS SONG PLAYING]
- [BELL DINGING]

Larry?

Uh-huh.

Maybe you should just be here.

Seems I don't have a choice.

You say you love me,

so spend time with me right here,

away from the world.

All right, this can
be our stolen moment.

[CHUCKLES]

Nice try, pal. Too bad
you missed the whole point.

In what alt history
does John Bowers advocate

for keeping our relationship a secret?

And memories shouldn't change just
because I want a happier ending.

History doesn't change.

I don't change.

I'm still the gaslighting,
insecure hypocrite

who ruined other people's lives
instead of owning my own sh*t.

[PANTING]

Holy brown sh*t.

Don't interrupt me.

If we're stuck with each other,

the least you can do is understand me.

Okay.

We may share memories,

but you have no idea how
hard it was living this way.

The lies,

the fear.

The thr*at of losing everything

if anyone so much as
questioned my sexuality.

You wanna fill in the
margins of this nightmare?

Add the flight crew locker room,

the gay jokes echoing off the walls.

Add the two boys found dead
and hogtied outside Pendleton.

You wanna know why I
couldn't be with John?

You wanna know what's
missing from this fantasy?

f*cking context!

JOHN: Wow.

You have no idea how long I
waited to hear those words.

I'm preaching to the choir.

No.

I wanted you to admit it to yourself.

There's just one problem.

You're missing the sunset.

- [CLIFF YELLING] You think that's gonna hurt me?
- [ENERGY CHARGING]

- [expl*si*n]
- [GLASS SHATTERING]

All right, pal.

You wanna be a hero, go ahead.

I wanna see the sunset.

[ELECTRICITY SURGES]

_

Wiggle for me.

Okay. No broken bones.

It's just dislocated.

I still remember the first
time I popped my shoulder.

My old man had me count to ten, and...

- [VIC CRIES OUT IN PAIN]
- [DOCTOR] Oh!

Oh. All done.

Victor, my man. You
took that like a champ.

He's gonna be fine.

I'll go write up a script.

Uh, no horseplay until it's healed.

Okay. Thank you, Doctor.

Of course.

Oh, poor baby. Does it still hurt?

Hey, there's no shame in crying.

It doesn't hurt.

I'm scared.

Of what, honey?

Dad. He told me not to climb the trees.

So you understand why
he was worried now?

Well, then,

you know, we don't have to
tell your father everything.

[CHUCKLES] How's that sound?

Okay?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yo, Larry, team meeting in .

[KNOCKING]

Good morning, Rita. Team meeting in .

The hunt for the Chief continues.

RITA: I'll be there.

Cliff? Team meeting in .

Good stuff.

Nice to see you, too.

Team meeting in .

JANE: You're not the Chief.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Grid, what time is it?

[SYSTEM BEEPING]

Go team.

Match? Grid? Voicemail. Talk to me.

GRID: You have one new match on Cazh.

- Cazh?
- Cazh is a modern swipe-based dating app.

I know what Cazh is, but why
am I getting a notification?

Because a -year-old
human female named Janice

swiped right on your profile.

Wait, hold up. I don't have a profile.

I mean, I did make one as
a joke when I was, like, .

- You have ...
- [BEEPS]

unread messages.

Why haven't you been notifying me?

Until your recent modifications
to our operating system,

all social media notifications

had been filtered by the master user...

- Silas Stone.
- Silas Stone.

- SILAS: They were distractions.
- You had no right.

You wanna talk about rights?

You stole my Satkey
right out of my pocket.

My Satkey!

And you can have it back.

I re-programmed Grid.
I'm a closed system now.

You should be proud of me, Dad.
I'm a self-taught hacker.

You still haven't answered me.

What gave you the right
to cut me off my own life?

Three weeks after the accident,
you still couldn't walk.

You needed more focus, not more noise.

What about the next five years?

Some of the parental controls
on your operating system

are in place for your protection.

Parental controls. You know what?

From now on, I'll
decide what I can handle.

- Vic...
- [SYSTEM BEEPS]

Grid,

run a scan for any
sign of Niles Caulder.

GRID: Local, national, or...

All data sources in the known universe.

- Commencing scan.
- [SYSTEM BEEPING]

Keep it running in the background.

Now pull up Cazh.

VIC: 'Sup, Janice.
That's one lucky beagle.

- [MESSAGE TONE]
- JANICE: Oh, my God. You wrote back?

This is Cyborg, right?

VIC: Please. Call me Vic.

[JANICE LAUGHING] Okay, Cyborg.

- LOL!
- Swipe left.

WOMAN: So you play football, huh?

VIC: Yeah, my profile's
a little old, though.

WOMAN: LOL. No kidding.

Show me your metal parts.

Nope.

WOMAN : Do you need a sidekick?

WOMAN : Say "Booya."
Come on, just say it.

Say, "Booya." It's your thing.

Grid, have I ever said "Booya"?

GRID: You have said "Booya"
times since the accident.

Well above the threshold
for a catchphrase.

JANE: Everything is fine.

Everything is fine.

Everything is fine.

Come on, Grid.

Swipe away anybody whose search
word includes the word "Cyborg"

or any other meta-human.

GRID: Okay. How about Mel?

Hey, girl. Is that a
doctor's uniform? 'Cause...

There was no punch line
to that, by that way.

I was genuinely asking.

[MEL CHUCKLES] Nice. I'm a med student.

Hey, man, is that a
dorky smile? 'Cause...

It's cute.

So, uh, what do you do when
you're not saving lives?

[MEL SCOFFS] Giving myself carpal
tunnel from swiping left so much.

[VIC CHUCKLES] Well,
I'm glad I made the cut.

What is this?

GRID: You wanted to know Mel better.

Hold up, is this...

Is this video live?

GRID: Yes. Tapping security
camera on city bus .

I didn't ask for this.

Not verbally, but your desire was clear.

[SCOFFS] Since when did you
start reading my subconscious?

GRID: Since you removed the
code throttling my bandwidth.

[SYSTEM BEEPING]

[CAMERA CLICKS]

[SIGHS] Send it.

Grid, delete my Cazh profile.

GRID: Search for Niles Caulder complete.

- And?
- No hits.

However, there is one incoming thr*at.

- What the hell?
- You ruined Clara!

You think that's gonna hurt me?

_

[CRYING]

[CRYING CONTINUES]

[WAILING LOUDLY]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

VIC: Team meeting in .

You're not the Chief!

Good morning, Hammerhead.

Ugh. God, what the f*ck
is wrong with your neck?

[WHOOSHING]

Where do you think you're going?

You know, you tepid twat.

No. No, we're not doing this.

Just go to the meeting, find the Chief,

and he'll explain everything.

Cliff?

What's with the toast?

I'm hungry! Okay?

Can't a guy try to remember what
it was like to eat a piece of toast

without being interrogated
like a g*dd*mn criminal?

f*ck this place!

NILES: The world's a lonely place, Jane.

Made lonelier by how
fiercely you push people away.

Hell, you live with flat mates.

You don't even know half their names.

I don't believe in loneliness, Jane.

I believe in connection.

I believe in life.

I believe

you can make those connections, Jane.

Find people who will
see you and accept you.

People who will love you

just as you are.

That's what's in it for me, Jane.

The joy of seeing you flourish someday.

And what if I can't?

- Then I'll be a father to you just the same.
- [WHOOSHING]

You trusted him, he made a fool of us.

[GRUNTS] No!

No, stop it!

This is stupid. This is
stupid. This is stupid.

He was gonna put me in a home!

[SCREAMING]

No! No!

Everything is fine. Everything is fine.

Everything is fine.

f*ck you!

No! Stop! Stop!

Stop it!

Oh, God.

CLIFF: You think that's gonna hurt me?

- [POWER CHARGING]
- [expl*si*n]

[ELECTRICITY SURGES]

[YELLING]

[GRUNTING]

[GRUNTING LOUDLY]

- Cliff!
- VIC: Careful!

He's going nuts.

CLIFF: Clara! Son of a...

Illiterate...

Cliff, what is wrong with you?

[SCREAMING]

MAN: Listen, you stupid bitch.

WOMAN: Hey, I got something...

MAN: I bust my ass working every day.

When I come home I expect a clean house

and some decent food!

- [PLATE SHATTERS]
- You call this food?

- This is sh*t! It's sh*t!
- [PLATE SHATTERING]

[OBJECTS THUDDING]

WOMAN: No, get away from me!

[DOOR SLAMS]

[WOMAN SOBBING]

MAN: I don't know what happened to us.

I'm gonna be better.

- I'm gonna be better.
- [WOMAN SOBBING]

MAN: I'm gonna be better.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

VIC: Yo, Larry, team meeting in .

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

VIC: Good morning, Rita.
Team meeting in .

The hunt for the Chief continues.

RITA: I'll be there.

Team meeting in .

Good stuff. Um...

Nice to see you, too.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

VIC: Team meeting in .

JANE: You're not the Chief.

[COUNTRY SONG PLAYING]

♪ When you're only lonely ♪

♪ Now don't you ever be ashamed ♪

♪ You're only lonely ♪

♪ You're only lonely ♪

♪ You're only lonely ♪

♪ You're only lonely ♪

♪ You're only lonely ♪

f*ck this.

f*ck this.

f*ck it. f*cking... f*cking hole.

f*ck. f*cking hole.

f*cking Bump.

f*ck you, Bump. f*cking take
every g*dd*mn thing away from me!

f*ck this sh*t!

[SCREECHING]

[YELLING]

[CLIFF SCREAMING]

[YELLS] Yum, yum, yum!

I'll not eat when I f*cking want to!

[SCREAMING]

Whoa!

Whoa! What in the sh*t are you?

CLIFF: Tell me you
don't recognize my voice,

you back-stabbing sh*t stain.

- Say something else.
- It's Cliff f*cking Steele.

Cliff? No, that can't be. Cliff's dead.

CLIFF: Where's Clara?
Where's my daughter?

Okay, you're Cliff.
You're Cliff. I get it.

What the hell are you doing in a robot?

CLIFF: What the hell are you
doing calling yourself Clara's dad?

How'd you brainwash her?

Well, sh*t, you were dead!

CLIFF: So you took my place?

Of all the low life
back-stabbing sh*t...

Hey, now. You d*ed, man.

And you took Kate with you.

That little girl had nothing and no one.

Besides, it ain't like I wanted
some brat dumped in my lap.

CLIFF: Brat?

That little snot-nose
k*lled my bachelor game, man.

[SPITS]

And you,

you were alive this whole time, huh?

Yeah, probably neck deep in
robot p*ssy, you lucky bastard.

But meanwhile, Bump Weathers is
stuck taking your kid to a shrink!

So she can whine about her dead mommy.

- [GROANS]
- CLIFF: You son of a bitch, you stole my life!

You ruined Clara!

The least you can do
is be grateful for it.

[COCKS g*n]

You think that's gonna hurt me?

[SCREAMS]

BUMP: You come into my
house and run up on me?

CLIFF: What's a redneck like
you doing with all of these?

Pretentious bastard!

Suddenly you become a father,

and you start reading Canterbury Tales?

Illiterate sh*t heel!

You're not fooling anyone!

Careful, he's going nuts.

Cliff!

Cliff, what is wrong with you?

[PANTING] Clara?

Son of a... Illiterate...

[GROANS]

Where's Clara?

[GROANS IN CONFUSION]

Bump! Come here, you little...

[GRUNTING]

CLIFF: Where'd Bump go? Where'd he go?

Cliff! Snap out of it!

[CLIFF GRUNTS] Wait...

Wait, what?

What is wrong with me?

All I want to do is cry.

My brain is screaming for release.

I'm so angry!

Can't live like this!

[SCREAMING]

Why do I want to b*at the
sh*t out of Bump so bad?

Irony is Bump Weathers was

probably a better dad to
Clara than I would've been.

sh*t.

I was already turning into my old man.

Oh!

[GROANS IN ANGUISH]

sh*t's the same.

Same fights, same
apologies over and over.

A vicious cycle!

Maybe Clara's lucky. She got out.

Maybe that's why I can't call Clara.

'Cause the second thing
I'm gonna have to explain

after "How the f*ck am I alive"

is why it's me.

Why is it me,

not her mom, who came back?

It should've been Kate.

Oh, God, it should've been Kate!

What in the hell is going on?

Cliff's having a psychotic break.

Look, maybe we should
just leave him alone.

CLIFF: No!

Please, I don't want to be alone
with my thoughts again. I...

I can't be the only
one who needs to talk.

Talking! That's what we need.

You're all just as
messed as I am, right?

We need to talk as a group!

Like therapy?

No, hard pass.

CLIFF: It's what Niles would do.

Niles used to talk to
us, right? Like, well...

Really, just listen.

Come on, we have no idea
what's going on with each other.

Look at Rita. Rita, what the
heck is going on with your legs?

You can tell me, you can tell us.

I was stuck in a furnace, and
nobody could hear my screams.

CLIFF: See? A powerful metaphor
for what we're all feeling.

It was a literal furnace.

CLIFF: Even better! Literal furnaces!

We need to talk about this stuff.

For God's sake, Cliff is
deranged, but he's right.

This is exactly what doomed those
poor bastards in the Doom Patrol.

Mr. Nobody turned them
against each other,

using their secrets, their lies,

their anxieties, and he's
already doing it to us.

He's doing it to me.

If we have any chance of
making it through this,

we need to start talking to each other.

CLIFF: Therapy.

And I would rather eat hot coals
than talk about my problems.

CLIFF: Therapy!

And damn it, Cliff, get a grip.

CLIFF: Therapy!

Well, this is f*cking awkward.

I just spilt my guts out.
Someone else talk.

LARRY: About what exactly?

CLIFF: Stuff! Feelings.

Let's go deep, get to
the root of our issues.

Don't you wanna know how
your parents messed you up?

I wanna know how your
parents messed you up.

Fine, I'll go first.

CLIFF: Second.

[SIGHS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Ever since Niles was abducted

and we went into that donkey place,

Mr. Nobody has been dangling
something terrible over me.

A thing I did a long time ago,

great source of shame.

And if we keep looking for Niles,

that thing is...

Is going to come out.
And I don't know...

CLIFF: Why don't you just say it now?

Excuse me?

CLIFF: Rob it of its power or whatever.

I'm not ready.

- CLIFF: Lame.
- Hey, let her talk.

Come on, man, this was your idea.

CLIFF: I'm just saying.

I'm sorry, okay, go ahead.
Rita, you were... Go ahead. Sorry. Sorry.

All I know is that Rita
Farr was not a good person.

In fact,

she was never a person at all.

Rita was

an illusion,

made of light and celluloid

and the best hair and
wardrobe in the business.

And now, I have to confront the truth.

If there is no Rita Farr,

then there's nothing else there.

I don't know what I am.

I don't even know who I am.

[BUBBLING]

CLIFF: Holy sh*t. You just
talked your legs into being legs.

[RITA GASPS]

Mmm.

[JANE USING POSH ACCENT] Go, Rita.

Hell of a performance, darling.

Really your best work. [CHUCKLES WRYLY]

You know what, Jane, you can
be a real bitch sometimes.

CLIFF: Good, good,
good. This is all good.

Dirty laundry, airing it out.

- f*ck off!
- CLIFF: Sunshine's the best disinfectant.

- [JANE AND RITA] Shut up, Cliff!
- CLIFF: Whoa. Group mind!

LARRY: All right, this
is a waste of time.

VIC: You got somewhere better to be?

LARRY: Yes, actually, I do.

CLIFF: What, your room? You have a
lover's quarrel with your flowers?

Gotta go have make-up sex?

[JANE CHUCKLES]

CLIFF: We can all hear you
yelling at yourself, pal.

LARRY: At the spirit.

CLIFF: So then maybe the two of you
have something you wanna

get off your chest.

LARRY: Okay.

Well, I'm...

- CLIFF: Gay!
- Whoa, whoa, settle down, buddy.

CLIFF: What? Come on! No judgment here.

I just thought Larry
was about to come out,

and it would've been so healing for him.

I think all I wanted to say was...

It gets lonely

not touching anyone for years.

The last person I ever
touched was John Bowers.

I...

I loved him.

And I drove him away.

CLIFF: I knew it.

I just want you to know that
you're loved and accepted.

LARRY: I'm not done.

CLIFF: Oh, okay. All right.

I'm only sharing this
because it's the thing

Mr. Nobody shoved in my face.

What's left of my face.

[SIGHS] That was a joke.

These bandages are the
death of all nuance.

Look, if Mr. Nobody's goal
is to t*rture me, well,

I've been doing his work for him.

Whipping myself in a
prison of my own making.

What if I'd trusted John?
What if I'd been more brave?

And guess what? I'm sick of it.

I'm not just hurting myself,
I'm hurting this thing inside me,

and it's hurting me back, endlessly,

until there's so much
self-loathing I can barely breathe.

I k*lled my mom.

CLIFF: Whoa. Winner winner,
chicken dinner. Here we go.

My dad and I don't talk about this.

I was having an argument
with my mom about school.

It seemed like everything at the time, but

it's so small now.

Anyway, I got pissed and
lashed out about some BS.

We were in my mom's home lab,

chemicals, a bunch of them. And...

Boom.

But to save me, my dad, uh...

He turned me into this.

Thing is, that story,

- my guilt, it used to be the well of my strength.
- [CLIFF'S KNEE SHAKING]

It took me so long to accept
what happened and

who I became.

But, man, I thought Cyborg was
a way to make it all right again.

Something's changed.

Mr. Nobody, he put this bug in my ear.

Will you stop it?

CLIFF: Sorry.

If my brain and my operating
system are seamless, then

how do I know if my memories are real?

CLIFF: Come on, let's hit the gas!

Get to the good stuff!

Go deep, Vic. Deep!

The thing I can't shake is...

What the hell could be worse
than me k*lling my own mother?

And there is this tiny voice in my head

that believes Mr. Nobody
when he says that

my memories aren't real. Is
that the human part or is that my

logic board running game on my brain?

As far as I can remember, I've
never really trusted my father.

So that's not new,

but suddenly, I'm starting to question

- why doesn't he trust me?
- [JANE WHOOSHES]

He shouldn't. [CHUCKLES COYLY]

My turn to share.

VIC: Hey, what is this?

It's what Mr. Nobody
showed me in the donkey.

- Why did you keep this hidden?
- CLIFF: Holy sh*t!

Come now, it's just a painting.

What? You wanted secrets out in
the air, well, here's a big one.

Don't be so vindictive.

You made this up.

The Hangman's Daughter doesn't lie.

LARRY: Well, this has been productive.

[CHUCKLES] Oh, wow.

You all need more therapy than
I do, and I'm the crazy one.

CLIFF: Jane, get back here!

Group isn't over until you share.

Who are you all of a sudden?

CLIFF: You don't get to throw a grenade
into our therapy session and

pretend that's helping.

This isn't therapy!

CLIFF: Maybe it's okay
if it's just talking.

You of all people need
someone to talk to.

I've seen your tapes.

What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?

CLIFF: You know.

[SCOFFS] Man, I can't
take you seriously with

all this tough love paternal sh*t.

CLIFF: Is there someone
nicer in there who can

come out and explain to us

how not to piss you off all the time?

Why? You wouldn't listen anyway.

CLIFF: Not sharing is a
form of self-isolation.

You're not even listening now.

CLIFF: Your mind is a
beautiful, strange place

full of mystery.

You don't wanna know what I'm thinking.

CLIFF: Come on, just say
it! It's a safe space!

You'll never be a father
because you aren't even a man.

CLIFF: I'm the only one
here who can stand you,

and I only like one th of you.

Well, thank you for your honesty.

Jane. Jane, come back.

LARRY: Jesus, Cliff.

Ever heard of de-escalation?

CLIFF: I didn't mean that. Did I?

Jane, don't leave.

There's nowhere to go from here but up.

CLIFF: Jane, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to say that.

I didn't even think I was thinking that.

What the... No!

How did...

Clara? Clara?

[GROANS LOUDLY] This is nuts.

This is nuts!

LARRY: Cliff's gone off the deep end.

VIC: What if he's having a stroke?

[CLIFF MUTTERING]

Would you have some sympathy?

Nice going there, Beeboo.

Cliff's the one g*dd*mn reason
we're actually talking to each other.

Yeah, way to screw the pooch with
your lady friend there, tug-a-nug.

Maybe his crazy is all our crazy.

[BABBLING INDISTINCTLY]

[LAUGHING]

I'll bump that face off your punch!

[SCREAMING]

Hold him down!

There's something wrong with him.

No, he's just grieving.

[WHIRRING NOISES]

[POWERS DOWN]

Oh... Ugh.

[RAT CHITTERING]

[GROANS IN DISGUST]

_

- JANE: Honk, honk.
- LARRY: Is that my bus?

RITA: What on Earth are you doing?

JANE: What are we doing?

We're going into town.

- CLIFF: I'm in.
- [RAT CHITTERING]

_

_

[SCREAMING]

MAN: Oh, little one.

Such heartbreak, such sorrow.

Luckily, you don't have to go it alone.

You have me.

_

Up here, the narrator.

[RAT CHITTERING]

Ugh. Look, let's just
focus on the sorrow.

Okay? Let it well up inside of you,

nurture it, feel it harden into
that icy cold blade called vengeance.

[RAT CHITTERING]

NARRATOR: My God, who told you that?

Your dead country-mouse mom over there?

Enough with home-spun cornpone bullshit.

A wrong has been committed,

and there's only one
way to set it right.

You need to find the thoughtless cretin

responsible for your
mother's annihilation,

and then you need to f*ck
his mind, f*ck his heart,

and f*ck his soul.

Think you can do that, little fella?

[CHUCKLES]

[GROANS IN DISGUST]

_

[RAT CHITTERING]

[RAT CHITTERING]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

VIC: Good morning, Rita.
Team meeting in .